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here I sit grounded speaking of who I now am I am a worker I will not get off my wall these hands that shake, fearfully they will work until they are sore you can try to pull me down or shake my foundation but, no, not me not this time its at this moment when I realize this wall is only for me the one who knows the truth who knows the way and life you can try to climb my wall and join me but no, that's not how this works you will crumble crumble into a pit of endless ruin if you do this alone don't come to me for help come to him he will start a new wall for YOU you are a worker now you will work until your hands shake fearfully working until you are sore
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 2:55 PM UTC
This Wall.
here I sit grounded speaking of who I now am I am a worker I will not get off my wall these hands that shake, fearfully they will work until they are sore you can try to pull me down or shake my foundation but, no, not me not this time its at this moment when I realize this wall is only for me the one who knows the truth who knows the way and life you can try to climb my wall and join me but no, that's not how this works you will crumble crumble into a pit of endless ruin if you do this alone don't come to me for help come to him he will start a new wall for YOU you are a worker now you will work until your hands shake fearfully working until you are sore
Thoughts after a missions trip.
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 2:55 PM UTC
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